Snow Covered Chicken Pops

The 'pimples' never did change, and no more appeared, so we're breathing a sigh of relief that we don't have to deal with even a modified version of "chicken pops" (my daughter can't pronounce pox).

As if worrying about the potential of having a child down with chicken pox wasn't enough to deal with yesterday, we were under a winter storm advisory. Now, I love this time of year and fully expect to see white. After all, there's just nothing like a White Christmas.

But when it strikes while I'm at work, and I face a horrific drive home, I am not impressed. It started snowing in the afternoon, thankfully just flurries at first. By the time I was safe at home, the snow had picked up and we had a pretty nice ground covering within an hour.

Mike went out to shovel last night (per my instruction, since I was the only one in the house that needed to actually be somewhere today), and as his back is nearly breaking, he decides to get out the snowblower. I can hear it gobbling up the snow, even with the windows all tightly closed and I realize that it's late - already after 10pm. My apologies to any neighbor's that it may have disturbed, but thankfully we did it then. We still woke up to a large amount of snow on the ground, so back out he went this morning to clear it all again.

The roads were decent, though not great, but I did run into a road block and had to go an alternate way, as there must have been a bad accident from all the flashing lights I could see up ahead.

I made it safely, and now here it is 1pm and I'm ready to take a nap. I woke up at 1:30 this morning with the most God-awful stomach cramping ever......I didn't know if it was just IBS or if I was dying. My stomach is still not right, and I'm exhausted from being woken up such a nasty way.